all the while <br />he is preoccupied with the real thing <br />that fences his life <br />his sweet prison cell <br />where love <br />still reigns <br />a love of the self to self <br />shared with <br />no other <br /> <br />and then the sting of pain <br />starts to pinch him <br />and away from his senses <br />while waiting <br />he begins to write the lines <br />until another real thing <br />comes and <br />deceives him <br />again<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-illusions-of-love/
